I’ve always been in love with the idea of love. 

The chills that captivated my body during my first experience with intimacy made me slide into its addiction. I became a drug addict of sorts, journeying through the many stages of love in search for that initial high.Yet when my attempt at love failed, and my heart was left battered and bruised, I scraped the walls of hope like a feign desperate for endorphins; searching high and low for the feeling of desire to reignite in my veins. That’s where I discovered that numbness was a perfect antidote for pain; along with lust that was buried underneath my judgmental conscience. Though temporary, the high from passion gave me the courage needed to continue my quest for poetry worthy love. Once a sweet, innocent, and naive girl that stepped onto the battlefield of love with no armor, I was now a guarded soul fighting to avoid the sting of heartbreak. My memory of euphoria is how I constantly find the strength to fight through my fear of failure, and enter into the battle again and again. I’m convinced that a rose can grow from concrete. 

Welcome to my unapologetic truth. May the morphine drip of love, lust, passion and pain, create a hybrid high that feels as intoxicating as it felt when I experienced Poetry to My Lips.

W. Reign is the pseudonym for American poet Wendy Johnson, who was born & raised in Cleveland, Ohio, and now resides in Dallas, Texas. She has written creativity for decades, and kept countless minds captivated with her sultry tone, which seeps out through her unique form of poetic storytelling. Her ability to share her feelings and emotions in such a raw and transparent manner, makes her poetry effortless to comprehend and easily relatable.